I understand,
Why people love you so much Cloud,
Is it those eyes?
How they shine like vast oceans,
Or is it your hair?
Spiky like a hedgehog,
Is it how you stand?
Leaning up against something,
Like nothing bothers you?
I can tell,
Just like always,
Something's bothering you,
There's a storm behind those ocean eyes,
So why not say anything?
Why sit there and stare,
Like she'll fall in your lap?